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PREFACE. 


FOR  twenty  years  past,  in  each  of  our  quadrennial  elections,  the 
SONG  has  been  recognized  as  a  legitimate  political  power,  scarcely 
secondary  in  its  influence  to  that  of  the  SPEECH  itself,  giving  an  im- 
pulse and  a  glow  to  masses  of  men,  and  relieving  the  tedium  almost* 
necessarily  consequent  upon  protracted  attention  to  the  orator,  how- 
ever cogent  his  argument,  or  however  polished  his  rhetoric.    All 
parties  invoke  its  aid,  though  many  of  their  wise  men  sneer  at  it  as 
trivial,  and  beneath  the  intelligence  of  the  age.    "This  is  their  mistake. 
Beoause  it  is  just  on  the  level  of  that  intelligence,  it  is  not  trivial. 
Nothing  is  trivial  that  finds  a  response  in  the  great  heart  of  human- 
ity, and  stirs  it  with  hope,  or  fills  it  with  energy,  or  lifts  it  up  with 
aspiration,  as  the  influences  of  the  moon  control  the  tidal  currents 
of  the  sea.    He  who  has  witnessed  the  effect  of  ten  thousand  voices, 
uniting  in  the  chorus  of  a  political  song,  adapted  to  some  popular 
air,  will  never,  thenceforth,  call  it  trivial.     Not  a  few  who  read  this 
.remark  will  recall  the  exciting  canvass  of  1840,  when,  if  not  for  the 
"  first  time  in  the  history  of  our  politics,  certainly  to  a  far  greater  ex_ 
-  tect  than  ever  before,  the  practice  of  singing  was  introduced  into 
our  [political  gatherings ;  and  from  the  Lakes  to  Florida,  from  the 
Mississippi  to  the  Atlantic  coast,  rolled  out  the  homely  refrain, 
_  a  promise  and  a  prophecy  of  victory  to  the  gallant  soldier  of  Tippe- 
car.oe.     Ever  since  then,  though  perhaps  never  to  an  equal  degree, 
"  the  political  song  has  exerted  a  marked  influence  in  our  Presidential 
I  c®i. tests.     It  is  not  necessary  ""hat  it  should  possess  much  literary 
:  merit ;  if  it  condenses  into  some  rhythmic  form,  a  popular  thought, 


IV  PREFACE. 

emotion,  or  purpose,  it  is  enough  to  give  impulse  to  the  popular 
fe eart,  however  homely  the  verse  or  unartistic  the  air  to  which  ft  is 
sung. 

For  the  present  collection  of  songs,  if  viewed  fttom  the  standpoint 
of  literary  criticism,  but  little  is  claimed.  What  the  editor  cWld 
do,  within  the  limited  time  allowed  for  his  work,  and  the  crude  mate- 
rials furnished  to  his  hand,  he  has  done.  If  there  are  some  things 
here  that  offend  the  fastidious,  let  such  reflect  that  those  very  thiiign 
may  have  a  power  to  stir  into  activity  some  honest  heart  that  could 
scarcely  he  reached  by  more  refined  and  subtle  modes  of  expression. 
It  must  be  obvious,  too,  from  the  very  necessity  of  the  case,  that ,  in 
a  work  like  this,  adaptation  to  the  popular  taste  must  take  prece- 
dence of  any  purely  aesthetic  considerations.  While,  therefore,  the 
editor  is  not  indifferent  to  the  latter,  he  has  endeavored  to  conform 
his  compilation  to  the  demands  of  the  former,  so  far  as  his  limited 
range  of  selection  would  allow  him  to  do  so.  It  is  right  to  add, 
however,  that  he  believes  that  a  fair  degree  of  literary  merit  ma}'  be 
affirmed  of  many  of  the  songs  in  this  volume,  while  for  some  it  may 
be  fearlessly  claimed  that  they  are  gems  of  the  first  water. 

Hoping  that  it  may  contribute,  in  some  degree,  to  the  interest  and 
effectiveness  of  our  public  meetings,  and  to  fill  with  good  cheer  and 
a  spirit  of  resolute  courage,  many  hearts  that  are  longing  and  bat- 
tling for  the  Right,  this  Campaign  Republican  Songster  is  humbly 
submitted  to  the  judgment  of  the  Republican  masses,  by  one  who  is 
with  them  in  faith,  in  work,  and  in  the  glad  expectation  of  a  coin- 
ing victory. 

W.  H.  B. 
NEW-YORK,  June  Vlth,  1860. 


THE 


Carapip  Jionjjsttr, 


UP     FOR    THE    CONFLICT. 

BY    WM.    H.    BURLEIGH. 

AIR—"  The  Old  Oaken  Bucket." 

Respectfully  dedicated  to  the  Ashland  and  Rocky  Mountain  Clubs  of 
Brooklyn. 

UP,  again  for  the  conflict !  our  banner  fling  out, 

Anid  rally  around  it  with  song  and  with  shout, 

S  trout  of  heart,  firm  of  hand,  should  the  gallant  boys  be, 

Who  bear  to  the  battle  the  flag  of  the  free  ! 

Like  our  fathers,  when  Liberty  called  to  the  strife, 

They  should  pledge  to  her  cause,  honor,  fortune,  and  life  ! 

And  follow  wherever  she  beckons  them  on, 

Till  Freedom  exults  in  a  victory  won  ! 

Then  fling  out  the  banner,  the  old  starry  banner, 
The  battle-torn  banner  that  beckons  us  on  ! 

They  come  from  the  hill-side  they  come  from  the  glen — 
From  the  streets  thronged  with  traffic,  and  surging  with 
men; 

1* 


THE   REPUBLICAN 


From  loom  and  from  ledger,  from  workshop  and 
The  fearless  of  heart,  and  the  mighty  of  arm. 
As  the  mountain-born  torrents  exultingly  leap, 
When  their  ice-fetters  melt,  to  the  breast  of  the  deep, 
As  the  winds  of  the  prairie,  the  waves  of  the  sea, 
They  are  coming  —  are  coining  —  the  Sons  of  the  Free  ! 

T'len  fling  out  the  banner,  the  old  starry  banner, 
T'IS  war-tattered  banner,  the  flag  of  the  Free  ! 

Our  Lead*1,/  is  one  who,  with  conquerless  will, 

Has  climbed  from  the  base  to  the  brow  of  the  hill  ; 

Undaunted  in  peril,  unswerving  in  strife, 

He  has  fought  a  good  fight  in  the  Battle  of  Life  ; 

And  we  trust  him  as  one  who,  come  woe  or  come  weal. 

Is  as  firm  as  the  rock  and  as  true  as  the  steel, 

Right  royal  and  brave,  with  no  stain  on  his  crest, 

Then,  hurrah,  boys,  for  honest  "  Old  Abe  of  the  West  !" 

And  fling  out  your  banner,  the  old  starry  banner, 
The  signal  of  triumph  for  "  Abe  of  the  West  I" 

The  West,  whose  broad  acres,  from  lake  shore  to  sea, 
Now  wait  for  the  harvests  and  homes  of  the  free  ! 
Shall  the  dark  tide  of  Slavery  roll  o'er  the  aod 
That  Freedom  makes  bloom  like  the  garden  of  God  ? 
The  bread  of  our  children  be  torn  from  their  mouth, 
To  feed  the  fierce  dragon  that  preys  on  the  South  ? 
No,  never-!  the  trust  which  our  Washington  laid 
On  us,  for  the  future,  shall  ne'er  be  betrayed  ! 

Then  fling  out  the  banner,  the  old  starry  banner, 
And  on  to  the  conflict  with  hearts  undismayed  ! 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTEB. 


FREEDOM     AND    REFORM. 

|  "The  sacred  side  is  gaining  in  the  conflict  of  justice  and  oppres- 
sion .  "—-JEFFERSON. 
"  United  on  the  sacred  side  of  freedom  and  reform." — CHASE."] 

AIR — "We'er  a  Band  of  Freemen." 

Ho,  ye  men  of  every  station, 
Join  with  us  for  reformation, 
And  for  freedom  for  the  nation, 

We're  for  freedom  and  reform. 

CHORUS — We're  a  band  of  freemen, 
We're  a  band  of  freemen, 
We're  a  band  of  freemen, 
We're  for  freedom  and  reform. 

On  the  "  sacred  side"  forever, 
We'll  sustain  "  oppression"  never, 
But  we'll  fight  for  tl  justice"  ever  ; 

We're  for  freedom  and  reform. 

We'll  dry  up  disunion  screechers, 
And  wipe  out  the  slave-code  teachers, 
And  cashier  the  slave-trade  preachers; 
We're  for  freedom  and  reform. 

We  will  oust  the  treasury  robbers, 
And  the  host  of  hireling  fobbers, 
And  the  horde  of  "  live-oak  jobbers  ;" 
We're  for  freedom  and  reform. 


THE    REPUBLICAN 

With  "  Old  Abe"  to  go  before  us, 
And  the  flag  of  freedom  o'er  us, 
"We  will  shout  the  sounding  chorus, 

We're  for  freedom  and  reform. 


LINCOLN     AND     LIBERTY- 

f"  Honest  Abe  Lincoln"— born  in  Kentucky— followed  the  plow 
and  the  path  of  rectitude  in  Indiana — and  mauled  rails  and  Stephen 
A.  Douglas  in  Illinois.] 

AIR— "Rosin  the  Bow.'" 

Hurrah  for  the  choice  of  the  nation! 

Our  chieftain  so  brave  and  so  true  ; 
We'll  go  for  the  great  Reformation— 

For  Lincoln  and  Liberty  too ! 

We'll  go  for  the  son  of  Kentucky — 
The  Hero  of  Hoosierdom  through  ; 

The  pride  of  the  Suckers  so  lucky — 
For  Lincoln  and  Liberty  too. 

Our  David's  good  sling  is  unerring, 
The  Slavocrat's  giant  he  slew  ; 

Then  shout  for  the  freedom-preferring — 
For  Lincoln  and  Liberty  too. 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER. 

They  will  find  what,  by  felling  and  mauling, 
Our  rail-maker  statesman  can  do  ; 

For  the  people  are  everywhere  calling 
For  Lincoln  and  Liberty  too. 

Then  up  with  our  banner  so  glorious, 
The  star-spangled  red-white-and-blue; 

We'll  fight  till  our  flag  is  victorious, 
For  Lincoln  and  Liberty  too  1 


MANHOOD. 


BY    ROBERT    BURNS. 


Is  there,  for  honest  poverty, 

That  hangs  his  head  and  a'  that ; 
The  coward-slave,  we  pass  him  by, 

We  dare  be  poor  for  a'  that  j 
For  a'  that  and  a'  that ; 

Our  toils  obscure,  and  a'  that, 
The  rank  is  but  the  guinea's  stamp, 

The  man's  the  gowd,  for  a'  that. 

What  though  on  homely  fare  we  dine, 

Wear  hodden  gray  and  a'  that, 
Gie  fools  their  silks,  and  knaves  their  wine, 

A  man's  a  man  for  a'  that; 


10  THE    EEPUBLICAN 

The  honest  man,  tho'  e'er  so  poor, 

Is  king  o'  men  for  a'  that; 
The  rank  is  but  the  guinea's  stamp, 

The  man's  the  gowd,  for  a'  that. 

Then  let  us  pray  that  come  it  may, 

As  come  it  will  for  a'  that, 
That  sense  and  worth,  o'er  a'  the  earth, 

May  bear  the  gree,  and  a'  that  ; 
For  a*  that,  and  a'  that, 

It's  coming  yet,  for  a'  that, 
That  man  to  man,  the  world  all  o'er, 

Shall  brothers  be,  for  a'  that. 

Terms  Explained: — Gowd — gold. 

Hodden — homespun,  or  mean. 
Gree — honor,  or  victory. 


THE    WOOD-CHOPPER    OF    THE    WEST. 

BY    GEORGE    W.    BUNGAY. 


Far  echoing  in  the  dim  old  woods, 
Over  the  prairie  lands  and  floods, 
I  hear  reverberating  strokes, 
That  rive  in  rails  the  prostrate  oaks. 

The  woodman  stands,  sun-crowned  and  tall, 
And  wields  with  giant  strength  the  maul 
That  drives  the  wedge  at  every  blow, 
Like  Thor's  huge  hammer,  sure  and  slow. 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTER.  11 

And  his  Herculean  arms  will  hew 
The  shadowing  trees  that  hide  the  view 
Of  the  grand  White  House  from  the  West, 
That  all  may  see  our  eagle's  nest. 

This  woodman  is  a  pioneer, 
And  he  will  cut  a  pathway  clear 
From  Illinois  to  Washington, 
Before  his  nohJe  task  is  done. 

We  hear  the  thunder  of  his  blows, 
Where  the  vast  Mississippi  flows, 
And  echo  unto  echo  calls, 
From  granite  hills  and  mountain  walls. 

The  monarchs  of  the  hills  and  vales 

Are  split  into  protective  rails, 

To  fence  within  its  dark  domains 

The  curse  that  comes  with  slaves  and  chains. 

Fence  out  the  wrong  of  power  and  place  ; 
Fence  in  the  rights  of  all  the  race; 
Fence  out  the  greedy  hand  that  steals; 
Fence  in  the  noble  heart  that  feels. 

Fence  out  the  tyrant  and  his  sway  ; 
Fence  in  the  hero  of  the  day ; 
Fence  out  oppression,  vice,  and  crime  ; 
Fence  in  the  truth  from  heaven  sublime. 


12  THE    REPUBLICAN 

COME,      UP    WITH     THE     BANNER 

(Popular  Air.) 

Come,  fling  out  your  banner, 

Ye  sons  of  the  West, 
For  the  noble,  the  true,  and  the  brave  ; 

Gird  on  your  bright  armor, 

At  Freedom's  behest, 
And  onward,  your  country  to  save. 

Come,  light  up  your  camp-fires, 

And  throw  up  your  walls, 
And  onward  to  duty,  where  Liberty  calls — 

Onward  to  save,  onward  to  save, 

With  LINCOLN  to  lead  the  van. 

The  prairies  are  glowing 

With  Freedom's  clear  light, — 
All  strife  and  division  have  ceased. 

To  the  far  western  mountain, 

All  glowing  and  bright, 
We  will  LINCOLN  (link  on)  the  hills  of  the  east. 

Then  up  with  your  banner, 

Ye  sons  of  the  West, 
And  onward  to  conquest  at  Freedom's  behest ; 

Onward  to  save,  onward  to  save, 

With  LINCOLN  to  lead  on  the  van. 

We  fear  not  the  minions 
Of  Tyranny's  host, 
Though  clad  in  their  armor  of  mail ; 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTER.  13 

"With  Truth  and  Equality, 

Ever  our  boast-, 
"We  will  boldly  their  vanguard  assail. 

Then  up  with  your  banner, 

Ye  sons  of  the  West, 
And  onward  to  conquest,  at  Freedom's  behest ; 

Onward  to  save,  onward  to  save, 

With  LINCOLN  to  lead  on  the  van. 

May  the  genius  of  Liberty 

Spread  her  bright  wing, 
Away  over  mountain  and  dale, 

Let  the  homes  in  the  wilderness 

Evermore  ring 
With  the  music  of  Liberty's  tale. 

Then  up  with  your  banner, 

Ye  sons  of  the  West, 
And  onward  to  conquest,  at  Freedom's  behest ; 

Onward  to  save,  onward  to  save, 

With  LINCOLN  to  lead  on  the  van. 


THE    POOR    VOTER'S    SONG 

AIR — "Lucy  Long.'11 

They  Knew  that  I  was  poor, 

And  they  thought  that  I  was  base  ; 

They  thought  that  I'd  endure 
To  be  covered  with  disgrace ; 
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14  THE   REPUBLICAN 

They  thought  me  of  their  tribe, 

Who  on  filthy  lucre  dote, 
So  they  offered  me  a  bribe, 
For  my  vote,  boys  !  my  vote 

O,  shame  upon  my  betters, 

Who  would  my  conscience  buy 
But  I'll  not  wear  their  fetters, 
Not  I,  indeed,  not  I ! 

My  vote  ?     It  is  not  mine 

To  do  with  as  I  will ; 
To  cast,  like  pearls,  to  swine, 

To  these  wallowers  in  ill. 
It  is  my  country's  due, 

And  I'll  give  it,  while  I  can, 
To  the  honest  and  the  true, 

Like  a  man,  like  a  man  ! 
0,  shame,  &c. 

No,  no,  I'll  hold  my  vote, 

As  a  treasure  and  a  trust, 
My  dishonor  none  shall  quote, 

When  I'm  mingled  with  the  dust: 
And  my  children,  when  I'm  gone, 

Shall  be  strengthened  by  the  thought, 
That  their  father  was  not  one 

To  be  bought,  to  be  bought ! 
O,  shame,  &c. 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  15 

/ 

THE    BOBOLINK'S    (CAMPAIGN*    SONG. 

BY    GEORGE    W.    BUNGAY. 

[_Wheu  the  bobolink  migrates  to  the  South  he  stops  singing, 
changes  his  plumage,  and  is  known  as  the  rice-bird  of  Georgia  and 
the  Carolinas,  and  the  reed-bird  of  Maryland."] 

When  I  am  at  the  sunny  South, 

I  dare  not  sing  my  mellow  strains  j 
A  song  of  Freedom  from  my  mouth 

Would  drown  amid  the  din  of  chains  : 
So  I  think-on — think  on — think-on, 

Until  my  visit  there  i<$  spent. 
Now  ABE  LINCOLN — LINCOLN — LINCOLN 

Is  to  be  our  President. 

So,  in  the  clover  meadows  here, 

I  spread  with  joy  my  happy  wing, 
And  long  before  another  year 

In  the  fair  South-land  I  can  sing : 
Now  I'll  drink-on-r-drink-on — drink-on, 

From  the  soft  flower-cups  filled  with  dew, 
Cousin  LINCOLN — LINCOLN — LINCOLN, 

Here  is  my  best  respects  to  you. 

May  every  man  who  feels  and  thinks 

The  time  of  triumph  is  at  hajid, 
Repeat  the  song  of  Bobolinks, 

Now  ringing  through  our  happy  land- 


16  THE   KEPUBLICAN 

If  long  LINCOLN — LINCOLN — LINCOLN 
Fails,  notwithstanding  my  sweet  strains, 

I  shall  get,  I'm  thinkin' — thinkin', 
A  coat  of  feathers  for  my  pains. 

I  can  be  chief  musician  here ; 

Only  a  reed  or  rice-bird  there  ; 
I  hush  my  notes  for  half  the  year. 

And  change  the  plumage  that  I  wear. 
In  bright  fields  I  blink-on — blink-on  ; 

Now  I  am  not  a  plumed  poltroon, 
I'll  vote  for  honest  cousin  LINCOLN 

To  take  the  Presidential  throne. 

They  have  no  bards  nor  bobolinks 

To  sing  for  liberty  divine, 
In  the  fair  land  where  slavery  clinks 

Her  chains  across  the  border-line. 
They  will  clink-on — clink-on — clink-on, 

Until  the  Union  breaks  in  twain, 
Unless  votes  for  LINCOLN — LINCOLN, 

Fall  like  storms  of  summer  rain. 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  -        17 

THE    PEOPLE'S   CHANT. 

BY    WM.    H.    BURLEIGH. 

Our  hearts  with  holy  ardor  glow, 

Hurrah  ! 
The  spoiler's  power  to  overthrow, 

Hurrah! 

To  scourge  the  robbers  to  their  den, 
And  give  the  rule  to  honest  men. 

Hurrah !  Hurrah !  Hurrah ! 

For  Truth  and  Right  we  take  our  stand, 

Hurrah ! 

For  only  they  can  save  the  land, 

Hurrah ! 

And  bring  again,  beneath  their  sway, 

The  glory  of  our  ancient  day. 

Hurrah!  Hurrah!  Hurrah! 

We  march  with  hearts  resolved  and  strong, 

Hurrah! 
To  grapple  with  the  hoary  wrong, 

Hurrah  ! 

Our  battle-cry,  Free  Speech  !  Free  Soil ! 
Free  Homesteads  for  the  sons  of  toil.! 

Hurrah  1  Hurrah  !  Hurrah 
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18  THE   REPUBLICAN 

Then  peal  again  the  onset-note, 

Hurrah! 
"We'll  conquer  with  the  freeman's  vote, 

Hurrah ! 

Till  victory  crowns  our  righteous  cause, 
We'll  neither  faint,  nor  tire,  nor  pause. 

Hurrah  !  Hurrah  !  Hurrah ! 


GOD     MADE     US     FREE! 


When  Britain's  tyrant  hand, 
Spread  darkness  o'er  the  land 

A  dismal  night, 
The  deeds  by  patriots  done, 
Heaven's  benediction  won  — 
God  sent  them  Washington, 

And  all  was  light. 

The  same  kind  hand  appears 
Through  intervening  years  — 

'Tis  God's  own  will. 
Sedition's  voice  was  heard, 
Threat'ning  her  hordes  to  gird, 
When  JACKSON  spoke  the  word, 

And  all  was  still. 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTEK.  19 

Now  shall  the  people  join — 
When  fiendish  clans  combine, 

To  spread  the  blight 
Of  Slavery  through  the  realm — 
Place  LINCOLN  at  the  helm, 
And  faction's  votaries  whelm 

In  utter  night. 

Here  then  shall  Freedom  bide, 
And  spread  her  mantle  wide  ; 

'Tis  Heaven's  decree. 
And  through  all  coming  days, 
Mingled  with  hymns  of  praise, 
The  undying  shout  we'll  raise, 

GOD  MADE  us  FREE  ! 


GOD     AND    THE    RIGHT 

AIR — '  'America" 

Sons  of  our  northern  land, 
Of  the  old  patriot  band, 

Rouse  for  the  fight ; 
Ready  to  "  do  or  die." 
Ring  out  your  battle  cry, 
Lincoln  and  Victory, 

God  and  the  right. 


20  THE   KEPUBLICAN 

Sons  of  those  sires  who  brought 
Old  England's  sons  to  naught, 

By  land  and  sea  ; 
Uphold  your  country's  fame  ! 
Stain  not  her  glorious  name 
With  Slavery's  deeds  of  shame, 

Dare  to  be  free  ! 

Stand  for  your  Western  plains, 
Crimsoned  with  martyr  stains, 

Plant  now  your  feet ; 
Yield  not  a  single  rood, 
You  need  not  be  subdued  ; 
Stand  as  your  fathers  stood, 

Sound  no  retreat ! 

Follow  your  leader  on  ! 
Young  Empire's  chosen  son 

Leads  in  the  fight. 
Fling  your  proud  flag  on  high, 
fling  out  your  battle  cry, 
Lincoln  and  Victory, 

God  and  the  right ! 


CAMPAIGN  SONGSTER.  21 


"HONEST     ABE. 

AiR—"£ennie  Havens,  0." 

Now  all  good  fellow-citizens, 

A  song  I'm  going  to  sing, 

In  praise  of  "  Old  Abe  Lincoln" 

We'll  make  the  welkin  ring ; 
For  in  the  drear  November, 
Democracy  will  know 
How  "  Abe"  will  be  next  President, 

For  he  is  all  the  go. 

CHORUS — Then  all  good  fellow-citizens, 
Come  stand  up  in  a  row, 
And  shout  for  Honest  Abraham, 
For  he  is  all  the  go. 

The  South  once  struck  for  Liberty, 

And  acted  well  their  part, 

But  like  the  women  now  they  wear 

The  cotton  next  their  heart ; 
Their  threats  about  disunion, 
We  know  are  only  blow, 
But  "  Abe"  will  show  them  what  is  right, 

KFor  he  will  be  the  go. 

CHORUS — Then  all  good  fellow-citizens,  &c. 


22  THE   REPUBLICAN 

Then  up  my  boys,  and  at  them, 

And  never  lax  your  zeal, 

Till  we  have  gained  the  victory, 

And  proved  our  honest  zeal ; 
Against  the  sham  Democracy 
Your  march  should  not  be  slow, 
To  make  "  Old  Abe"  the  President, 

For  he  is  all  the  go. 

CHORUS — Then  all  good  fellow-citizens,  &e. 

And  ye  who  love  our  Liberty, 

For  which  our  Fathers  died, 

Don't  let  our  children's  children  say 

The  voice  of  Nature  cried 
In  vain  to  us,  but  at  the  polls, 
Let  everybody  know, 
That  "Abe"  will  be  next  President, 

*'  Pro  bono  publico." 

CHORUS — Then  all  good  fellow-citizens, 
Come  stand  up  in  a  row, 
And  drink  the  heath  of  "  Honest  Abe,' 
For  he  is  all  the  go. 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTER.  23 


"  LO  NO     TIME     AGO." 

When  Washington  was  President, 

A  long  time  ago, 
The  great  Northwest  was  Freedom's  own, 

Forever  to  be  so. 
No  border  robbers  cursed  her  soil, 

Sustained  by  federal  tools, 
No  "  Squatter  Sovereigns"  then  were  bred 

In  Democratic  schools. 
The  love  of  Freedom  was  no  crime, 

For  which  men's  blood  did  flow, 
In  the  days  of  True  Democracy, 

A  long  time  ago. 

In  the  days  of,  &c. 

These  glorious  days  are  now  gone  by  ; 

How  altered  are  the  times, 
When  office  is  secured  and  kept 

By  foul,  officious  crimes  ! 
A  Sheriff's  posse  now  can  strike 

The  innocent  and  free, 
And  Marshals  arm  a  bloody  mob 

By  Government  decree. 
Could  tyrants  thus  have  ruled  our  land, 

And  ordered  all  things  so, 
In  the  days  of  True  Democracy, 

A  long  time  ago  I 

In  the  days  of,  &c. 


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In  the  days  of  our  first  President, 

A  long  time  ago, 
When  Slavery  was  condemned  to  die, 

And  Freedom  bid  to  grow, 
We  coveted  no  other  lands, 

Nor  islands  in  the  sea  ; 
No  Filibuster  diplomats 

Did  represent  the  Free  ; 
No  u  Conference"  of  Buchaneers 

To  all  the  world  did  show 
Democracy  an  empty  name, 

A  long  time  ago. 

Democracy  an  empty,  &c. 


ARISE!    YE    SONS    OF     HONEST    TOIL. 


BY  WM.  H.    BURLEIGH. 


Arise  !  ye  sons  of  honest  toil ; 

Arise  !  arise  !  arise  ! 
Ye  free-born  tillers  of  the  soil, 

Arise  !  arise  !  arise  ! 
Come  from  the  workshop  and  the  field, 
Prepared  to  conquer,  not  to  yield, 
The  ballot-box  your  sword  and  shield- 
Arise  !  arise  !  arise  ! 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  25 

Since  he  must  sow  who  fain  would  reap, 

Arise  !  arise  !  arise  ! 
Let  cowards  fail,  let  sluggards  sleep — 

Arise,  ye  free  !  arise  ! 
Lo  !  in  the  West  how  broad  and  grand 
The  empires  of  the  future  stand  ! 
Shall  Slavery  snatch  them  from  your  hand  ? 

Arise  !  arise  !  arise  ! 

By  all  the  hopes  that  round  you  throng, 

Arise  !  arise  !  arise  ! 
By  all  your  hatred  of  the  wrong, 

Arise  !  arise  !  arise  ! 
By  all  your  memories  of  the  time 
When  right  was  might,  a*id  wrong  was  crime  ; 
By  all  that  makes  your  lives  sublime, 

Arise !  arise  !  arise  ! 

The  spirits  of  your  fathers  call — 

Arise  !  arise  !  arise  ! 
There's  room  for  all  and  work  for  all — 

Arise  !  arise  !  arise  ! 
Come  up  at  Liberty's  behest, 
From  North  and  South,  from  East  and  West, 
And  do,  for  truth  and  right,  your  best — 

Arise  !  arise  !  arise  ! 
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26  THE    REPUBLICAN 

STRIKE    FOR    THE    RIQHT. 

BY    E.  W.    LOCKE. 

Up,  freemen  !  once  more  for  the  conflict  prepare, 
With  hands  that  can  do,  and  with  hearts  that  can  dare  ; 
When  Liberty  calls  we  are  prompt  to  obey, 
And  ready  and  eager  to  rush  to  the  fray. 


Strike  for  the  right,  men,  strike  for  the  right 
Close  up  your  ranks,  men,  show  them  your  might ! 
Rulers  may  tremble,  and  power  may  quail ; 
We  strike  for  the  right,  and  the  right  shall  prevail. 

The  homes  of  the  free,  from  Wisconsin  to  Maine, 
Send  out  their  brave  sons  to  the  conflict  again  ; 
While  mountain  and  prairie,  with  camp-fires  aglow, 
Re-echo  the  war-cry,  and  welcome  the  blow. 

CHORUS — Strike  for  the  right,  &c. 

The  trumpets  are  sounding,  the  battle's  begun, 
There's  danger  to  face,  and  there's  work  to  be  done  ; 
The  timid  and  sluggard  may  shrink  from  the  fray, 
The  glory  compensates  our  struggle  to-day. 

CHORUS — Strike  for  the  right,  &c. 

Already  their  peril  is  felt  by  our  foes, 
Already  they  falter  and  shrink  from  our  blows, 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  27 

The  shout  of  our  comrades  rings  thrilling  and  clear  ; 
The  victory's  certain,  the  victory's  near. 

CHORUS — Strike  for  the  right,  &c 

A  cheer  for  oar  leaders,  the  twin-hearted  braves! 
A  cheer  for  the  banner  that  over  us  waves ! 
With  Lincoln  and  Hamlin  we've  nothing  to  fear ; 
The  victory's  certain,  the  victory's  near. 

CHORUS — Strike  for  the  right,  &c. 


THE    BANNER    OF    FREEDOM. 
AIR — "  Star  Spangled  Banner.11 

'Tis  the  banner  whose  folds  floated  over  our  sires, 

When  the  trumpet's  shrill  note  summoned  heroes  to  war ; 
When  the  hills  were  aflame  with  their  beaconing  fires, 
Through  the  smoke-clouds  of  battle  it  shone  like  a  star ; 
And  at  Freedom's  behest, 
Came  our  bravest  and  best, 
To  strike  for  the  rights  of  a  nation  opprest — 
Oh,  long  may  that  banner  triumphantly  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave ! 

Unfurl  it  once  more  ! — let  it  beacon  us  on, 

Not  to  fields  where  the  cannon-shot  ploughs  up  its  path, 
But  to  those  where  the  triumphs  of  Right  may  be  won, 

By  the  weapons  of  Truth,  wielded  never  in  wrath: 


28  THE   REPUBLICAN 

Old  Error  turns  pale 

As  they  smite  through  her  mail, 

And  the  hour  hastens  on  when  the  Right  shall  prevail, 
And  the  banner  of  Freedom  triumphantly  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave  ! 

We  have  chosen  a  leader  to  bear  up  our  flag, 

ABE  LINCOLN,  u  the  honest,"  the  noble  and  true  : 
And  with  him  and  our  HAMLIN,  from  mountain  and  crag 
We'll  fling  out  our  banner,  the  red,  white  and  blue. 
When  the  battle  is  done, 
And  the  victory  won, 

To  the  White  House  our  conquering  host  will  march  on, 
With  the  banner  of  freedom,  the  flag  ever  blest, 
And  our  land  shall  in  peace  and  prosperity  rest. 

Then  a  shout  for  our  banner,  a  shout  for  our  cause, 

'Tis  the  noblest  on  earth,  and  our  watch-word  shall  be, 
"  The  whole  Constitution,  the  Union  and  Laws, 
And  freedom  to  all  that  by  nature  is  free." 
With  a  Homestead  for  all, 
Proud  oppression  must  fall, 
With  a  heart  and  a  will  let  us  roll  on  the  ball. 
Then  follow  our  banner,  O  long  may  it  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave  ! 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTER.  29 


THE    PEOPLE    ARE    A-COMING. 

1.  hearkened  in  the  East  and  I  hearkened  in  the  "West, 

And  I  heard  a  fifing  and  a  drumming  ; 
And  my  heart  bobhed  up  in  the  middle  of  my  breast, 
For  I  knew  that  the  people  were  a-coming. 

Then  pull  off  your  coat  and  roll  up  your  sleeve, 

Abe  and  the  people  are  a-coming ! 
Oh,  pull  off  your  coat  and  roll  up  your  sleeve, 
Lincoln  and  the  people  are  a-coming  I  believe  ! 

J  hearkened  at  the  doors  of  Old  Tammany  Hall, 
When  the  leaders  at  the  bar  were  a-rumming — 

And  I  heard  the  poor  soft  shells  crack  agin  the  wall 
When  they  found  that  the  people  were  a  coming  ! 

Oh,  pull  off  your  coat,  &c. 

I  looked  in  at  Mozart,  and  knocked  very  loud, 

Where  the  Wooden-headed  hards  were  a-chumming, 

But  as  soon  as  I  told  them  that  Abe  had  a  crowd, 
Oh,  they  knew  that  the  people  were  a-coming  ! 

Oh,  poll  off  your  coat,  &r 

At  Stuyvesant  Hall  they  are  rolling  on  the  ball, 
And  the  rush  and  the  roar  are  benumbing 

To  the  minions  ef  a  dynasty  that  totters  to  its  fall, 
For  they  know  that  the  people  are  a-coming  ! 

So  pull  off  your  coat,  &c 

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30  THE   KEPUBLICAN 

There's  a  panic  in  the  South,  and  a  world  of  windy  talk, 
And  the  value  of  the  Union  they  are  summing, 

But  the  eaters  of  their  dirt  may  as  well  prepare  to  walk, 
For  'tis  certain  that  the  people  are  a-coming  ! 

Then  pull  off  your  coat,  &c. 

There's  a  rattle  in  the  East  and  a  rattle  in  the  West ; 

There's  a  Yankee  Doodle  fifing  and  a  drumming; 
On  the  ides  of  November  you'll  find  out  the  rest, 

And  you'll  know  that  the  people  are  a-coming  ! 

So  pull  off  your  coat,  &c. 

The  honest  men  are  waking  in  our  old  Empire  State, 

In  spite  of  the  Democratic  gumming 
About  Seward  and  Chicago  and  the  smashing  of  a  slate — 
Oh,  the  people  of  New-York  are  a-coming ! 

Three  cheers  for  "  Honest  Abe,"   then,  together 

we'll  give — 
Lincoln  will  be  President  as  sure  as  you  live  ! 


NO     FETTERS     FOR    FREEDOM. 

'Tis  said  that  once  old  Persia's  king, 

In  mad,  tyrannic  pride, 
Cast  fetters  on  the  Hellespont, 

To  curb  its  swelling  tide. 


CAMPAIGN     SONGSTEK.  31 

But  freedom's  own  true  spirit  heaved 

The  bosom  of  the  main  ; 
It  tossed  those  fetters  to  the  skies, 

And  bounded  on  again  ! 

The  scorn  of  each  succeeding  age          , 

On  Xerxes'  head  was  hurled, 
And  o'er  that  foolish  deed  has  pealed 

The  long  laugh  of  a  \vorld. 

Thus,  thus  defeat,  and  scorn,  and  shame 

Is  his  who  strives  to  bind 
The  restless  leaping  waves  of  thought, 

Tke  free  tide  of  the  mind. 

For  liberty  shall  light  the  hall, 

And  bless  the  humble  hearth — 
An  emanation  from  the  Lord, 

To  fill  the  glad  wide  earth. 

Then,  courage !  ye  who  war  with  wrong, 

And  tyrant  power  assail ! 
God  strikes  for  those  who  strike  for  right 

And  truth  shall  yet  prevail ! 


UP,     LAGGARDS     OF     FREEDOM 


Up,  laggards  of  freedom  ! — our  free  flag  is  cast 
To  the  blaze  of  the  sun  and  the  wings  of  the  blast; 


32  THE    REPUBLICAN 

Will  ye  turn  from  the  struggle  so  bravely  begun  ? 
From  a  foe  that  is  breaking — a  field  that's  half  won  ? 

Up,  ye  who  still  boast  of  hearts  beating  and  warm — 
Rise,  from  lake  shore  and  ocean's,  like  waves  in  a  storm ; 
Come,  farong  round  your  banner  in  Liberty;s  name, 
Like  winds  from  your  mountains,  like  prairies  aflame ! 

For  deeper  than  thunder  of  summer's  loud  shower, 
On  the  dome  of  the  sky  God  is  striking  the  hour; 
Shall  we  falter  before  what  we've  prayed  for  so  long, 
When  the  wrong  is  so  weak  and  the  right  is  so  strong  ? 

Come  forth  altogether — come  old,  and  come  young, 
Freedom's  vote  in  each  hand,  and  her  song  on  each  tongue 
Truth  naked  is  stronger  than  falsehood  in  mail ; 
The  wrong  cannot  prosper,  the  right  cannot  fail. 

Like  leaves  of  the  summer  once  numbered  the  foe, 
But  the  hoar  frost  is  falling,  the  Northern  winds  blow  ; 
Like  leaves  of  November  ere  long  shall  they  fall, 
For  earth  wearies  of  them,  and  God 's  over  all. 

Then  gather  !  then  gather !  from  near  and  from  lar — 
For  Liberty  calls  all  her  sons  to  the  war  ! 
A  LINCOLN  leads  on — and  the  hosts  of  the  free 
Surge  up,  at  his  call,  like  the  waves  of  the  sea  ! 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTER.  33 

FREEDOM'S     BATTLE     CALL. 
BY    GEORGE  W.    BUNGAY. 

Unroll  the  flag  of  stiipes  and  stars ; 

Light  bonfires  on  the  mountain's  height ; 
Harness  the  men  whose  battle  scars 

Proclaim  their  courage  in  the  fight ; 
Ring  the  bronzed  bells  in  all  the  spires ; 

Toss  the  flame-rockets  heaven  high  ; 
Let  black-lipped  cannon  belch  in  fires, 

And  shouts  of  freedom  rend  the  sky. 

Our  fathers'  blood  cries  from  the  dust ; 

Their  hearts  heave  in  these  hearts  of  ours  5 
Their  God  is  the  great  God  we  trust ; 

Their  crown  of  thorns  our  wreath  of  flowers. 
Above  their  hallowed  graves  we  tread  ; 

Upon  their  sacred  ashes  kneel, 
And  in  the  presence  of  the  dead 

Unsheath  their  battered  blades  of  steel. 

So  help  us  God  !  come  weal  or  woe, 

We  pledge  our  honor  and  our  lives 
To  fight  for  freedom  while  a  foe 

To  man  witfejn  our  reach  survives  ! 
Lo !  serried  ranks  of  heroes  brave 

March  to  the  music  of  the  free. 
Across  the  prairies,  like  a  wave 

Swept  by  the  strong  wind  from  the  sea 


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They  rally  from  the  sunny  lands 

Over  the  border  line,  which  parts 
The  States,  but  not  the  clasping  hands, 

In  whose  hot  palms  beat  kindred  hearts. 
From  the  Green  Mountains'  lofty  towers 

Where  Freedom  sits  upon  her  throne, 
Crowned  with  a  wreath  of  wildwood  flowers, 

They  come  like  guests  to  feasts  at  noon. 

Like  Saul  among  the  Hebrews,  stands 

Our  chief,  a  head  and  shoulders  higher 
Than  other  chiefs,  and  in  his  hands 

Our  stripes  grow  dim,  our  stars  seem  nigherj 
Upon  his  brow  the  signet  seal 

Of  honor  shines,  and  we  will  crown 
The  honest  man,  whose  heart  can  feel — 

"Whose  arms  can  strike  oppression  down. 


HURRAH    FOR    THE    LEADER! 

BY    EDGAR    PHILLIPS. 

Vow  Error  disheartened  sinks  faint  on  the  plain, 

And  Truth  in  her  majesty  rises  again  ; 

Sweet  Liberty  gladdens  her  sons  with  a  smile, 

A.nd  the  light  of  progression  moves  fast  o'er  the  dial. 
In  purpose  united,  with  banners  unfurled, 
We'll  shout,  till  the  echoes  arouse  the  glad  world, 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  35 

Ilutrah  for  the  leader  who  marshals  our  van  ! 
Hurrah  for  the  farmer,  the  statesman  and  man ! 

descendants  of  fathers  who  fought  and  who  bled 

n  the  front  ranks  of  Freedom,  disgrace  not  the  dead  ! 

's'or  with  servile  submission  their  memory  stain, 

>y  yielding  the  rights  which  they  fought  to  maintain. 

In  purpose  united,  &c. 

>ur  champion  has  met  the  proud  chief  of  our  foes  ; 
Lnd  though  fierce  was  the  struggle,  yet  proudly  arose 
''rom  the  field  well-contested,  the  tall  waving  crest 
'f  the  gallant  and  (t  honest  Old  Abe  of  the  West." 

In  purpose  united,  &c. 

>  the  work  that  awaits  you,  brave  sons  of  the  North ! 
ro  boldly  and  firmly,  not  vauntingly  forth  ; 
^e  worthy  your  mission,  be  steadfast  and  true, 
or  the  hopes  of  a  nation  have  centred  in  you. 
In  purpose  united,  with  banners  unfurled, 
We'll  shout,  till  the  echoes  arouse  the  glad  world, 
Hurrah  for  the  leader  who  marshals  our  van  ! 
Hurrah  for  th?  farmer,  the  soldier  and  man  ! 


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ALL    HAIL!    YE   GALLANT  HEROES. 

All  hail !  ye  gallant  heroes, 
Who  march  in  Freedom's  train, 
Come  forth  and  take  your  places — 
We  close  our  ranks  again  ; 
For,  God  be  praised  !  New-England 
Takes  once  more  her  ancient  place — 
Again  the  Pilgrim's  banner 
Leads  the  vanguard  of  the  race. 

CHORUS — Then  sound  again  the  bugle, 
Call  the  battle-roll  once  more, 
The  true,  the  good,  the  just  proclaim-r- 
"  The  rule  cf  wrong  is  o'er  !" 

Along  the  lovely  Hudson 
A  shout  of  triumph  breaks, 
The  Empire  State  is  speaking 
From  the  ocean  to  the  lakes ; 
The  northern  hills  are  blazing, 
The  northern  skies  are  bright, 
And  the  fair  young  West  is  turning 
Her  forehead  to  the  light. 

CHORUS — Then  soumd  again  the  bugle, 
Call  the  battle-roll  once  more, 
The  nation's  shout  comes  thundering  on, 
Like  the  old  ocean's  roar. 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  37 

Push  every  outpost  nearer, 
Press  hard  the  hostile  towers, 
Another  Balaclava, 
And  the  Malakoff  is  ours  ! 
Then  fling  abroad  our  banner. 
The  emblem  of  the  free, 
And  pass  along  the  watchword — 
LINCOLN  and  VICTORY  ! 

CHORUS — Then  sound  again  the  bugle, 
Call  the  battle-roll  once  more, 
The  nation's  shout  comes  thundering  on. 
Like  the  grand  ocean's  roar. 


THE    WESTERN   S  T  A  R 

AIR — "  Gaily  the  Troubadour." 

Brightly  the  WESTERN  STAR 

Beams  o'er  our  land, 
Shedding  its  radiance 

On  every  hand  ; 
Kind  are  its  bounteous  rays, 

Chasing  our  fears — 
Western  Star  !  Western  Star  ! 

Give  it  three  cheers. 

Richly  it  brings  us 
Promise  of  peace — 

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38  THE   KEPUBLICAN 

Giving  from  misrule 

Joyful  release  ; 
Tidings  of  triumph 

It  brings  to  our  ears — 
Western  Star !  Western  Stai 

Give  it  three  cheers. 

Mechanics  and  Farmers 

Hail  the  glad  day, 
When  Free  Labor  gives  them 

Good  price  and  pay. 
Brightly  the  Western  Star 

O'er  us  appears — 
LINCOLN,  the  "  Rail-splitter .'" 

Give  him  three  cheers. 

They  who  "  the  victors'  spoil' 

Claimed  as  their  own, 
Shall  this  year  their  power  see 

Fully  o'erthrown  ; 
Right  shall  prevail  over 

Misrule  of  years — 
Western  Star  !  Eastern  Star ! 

Give  each  three  cheers. 

All  shall  encore  again, 

Loudly  the  shout, 
The  PEOPLE  will  raise  when 

The  Slaveites  are  out, 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  39 

When  Buchanan's  defunct, 

And  misrule  disappears — 
For  LINCOLN  and  HAMLIN 

Three  times  three  cheers  ! 


OLD    ABE     AND    THE     FIRE-EATERS 


BY    R.    COLBY. 

TUNE—  "Dearest  May:1 

The  "  happy  family"  gathered 

In  the  Gulf  State  No.  1, 
Where  waves  the  fierce  Palmetto, 

And  to  seed  Seceders  run  ; 
Out  spoke  the  valorous  Yancey, 

"  The  Union  is  dissolved, 
If  Douglas  don't  go  overboard, 

On  that  we  are  resolved." 
Oh  Yancey,  the  gay,  now  is  your  time  of  day, 
The   u  Honest  Abe"  is  splitting  rails  to  fence  the  Gulf, 
they  say. 

The  squadron  of  the  Gulf  declared 
That  when  the  time  should  come, 

To  inaugurate  a  Northers  man, 
Witk  General  Quattlebum 


40  THE   KEPUBLICAN 

It  would  sail  straight  up  to  Washington, 

With  trumpet,  fife  and  drum, 
And  knock  the  Black  Republicans 
Halfway  to  ll  kingdom  come." 

Oh,  Quattlebum  and  Yancey,  put  your  squadron  in  array, 
Okl  Abe  will  fence  you  in  "  dry  dock"  on  that  eventful 
day. 

And  when  you  fiery  gentlemen, 

The  Capitol  shall  seize, 
You  may  take  the  gold  and  General  Cass, 

And  anything  you  please — 
Provided  you  will  let  Covode 

Run  his  Committee,  till 
Your  schemes  and  James  Buchanan's 

Are  put  through  that  little  mill. 
Oh  Yancey,  the  gay,  from  Alabama  Bay, 
Stand  out  to  sea,  before  Abe's  fence  comes  poking  down 
that  way. 

For  the  flat-boat  ticket  carries 

The  Rail-splitters  aboard  ; 
While  the  Wide-Awakes  in  Lincoln  green, 

The  frith  of  Wigfall  ford  ; 
With  the  Black-Hawk  banner  floating, 

And  old  Abe  to  lead  along, 
We'll  scare  the  ducks  at  Baltimore, 

And  each  Richmond  chittagong — 
So  Yancey,  right  away,  ask  for  quarter  while  you  may, 
And  expect  none  ever  after  Abe's  inauguration  day. 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  41 

Oh  no:  in  u Abraham's  bosom," 

The  Union  shall  abide  ; 
While  down  that  Gulf  impassable, 

Slidell  and  Yancey  slide  ; 
Not  a  single  drop  of  comfort 
For  the  fire-eater's  tongue, 
While  beneath  the  Black-Hawk  banner, 

We  the  wigwam  shout  prolong. 
Oh  stay,  Yancey,  pray,  before  that  dismal  day, 
When  Abe  shall  fence  that  Gulf  so  you  can  never  come 
this  way. 


OUR    STANDARD-BEARER. 


BY    ROBERT    A.    GUMMING. 

Who  carries  the  flag  of  our  Union  ? 

He  is  valiant  and  true,  and  as  tall  as  the  yew, 
A  giant  in  strength,  and  conservative  too, 

Who  carries  the  flag  of  our  Union. 

Of  all  his  proud  foemen  he  vanquished  the  best ; 
For  Douglas,  the  squatter,  his  prowess  confessed  ; 
And  like  young  Lochinvar  he  comes  out  of  the  West, 
To  carry  the  flag  of  our  Union. 
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42  THE    REPUBLICAN 

Who  carries  the  flag  of  our  Union  ? 

An  American  Bayard — a  knight  without  stain  , 
He  marches  in  triumph  o'er  fallacies  slain, 
And  Democrats  mutter  and  grumble  in  vain, 

For  he  carries  the  flag  of  our  Union 

Full  knightly  he  stands,  armed  with  truth,  as  in  mail  ; 
Oh  !  well  may  his  enemies  tremble  and  quail, 
For  their  quibbles  and  falsehoods  he  splits  like  a  rail, 
And  he  stands  by  the  truth  and  the  Union 

Then  up  with  our  flag  !  let  it  flaant  in  the  gale  ; 
Our  hosts  are  united,  the  right  must  prevail, 

For  Lincoln's  the  choice  of  the  Union. 


THE    LINCOLN    FLAG. 

AIR — "  Yankee  Doodle." 

Unroll  the  Lincoln  flag, my  boys, 

Where  freemen's  sons  are  speeding, 
And  wave  it  while  a  rag,  my  boys, 
Remains  where  Freedom's  bleeding. 
Our  hearts  are  true  as  steel,  my  boys, 

And  every  man's  a  brother; 
While  we  have  hearts  to  feel,  my  boys, 
Our  hands  will  help  each  other. 

Up  with  the  tapering  mast,  my  boys, 
As  high  as  any  steeple  ; 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  43 

Then  make  oar  banner  fast,  my  boys, 
The  standard  of  the  people. 

Our  hearts  are  true  as  steel,  my  boys, 

And  every  man's  a  brother  ; 
While  we  have  hearts  to  feel,  my  boys, 
Our  hands  will  help  each  other. 

Free  labor  and  free  speech,  my  boys, 

And  LINCOLN  for  our  leader, 
And  a  free  press  to  teach,  my  boys, 
America,  God  speed  her ! 

Our  hearts  are  true  as  steel,  my  boys, 

And  every  man's  a  brother  ; 
While  we  have  hearts  to  feel,  my  boys, 
Our  hands  will  help  each  other. 


THE    WATCHWORD    OF    THE    FREE. 

AIR — "Auld  Lang  Syne." 

HURRAH  to  the  note  that  rising  swells 

From  lake  to  rolling  sea! 
Of  truth  and  victory  it  tells — 
*Tis  the  watchword  of  the  free  ! 

That  watchword  comes  o'er  hill  and  plain, 

From  Western  lands  afar  ; 
Our  ocean  waves  repeat  the  strain — 
Hurrah  !  Hurrah  !  Hurrah  ! 


44  THE    REPUBLICAN 

The  star  our  fathers  watched  of  yore 

To  guide  their  steps  aright, 
Though  long  bedimmed,  displays  once  more 
Its  rays  of  peerless  light; 

It  shines  on  many  a  hill  and  plain 

Of  Western  lands  afar  ! 
It  gleams  upon  the  rocks  of  Maine — 
Huzza!  Huzza!  Huzza! 

And  sunnier  climes  the  anthem  spread 

O'er  their  time-honored  graves, 
To  tell  us  freedom's  light  is  shed 
E'en  on  a  land  of  slaves. 

Our  free  note  from  Missouri's  plain, 

Where  sinks  the  evening  star, 
Is  echoing  from  the  rocks  of  Maine- 
Hurrah !  hurrah!  hurrah! 

Hail  to  the  tillers  of  the  land, 

Whose  brave  hearts  beating  free, 
Disdain  with  fettered  slaves  to  stand, 
And  bow  the  suppliant  knee. 
Their  watchword  from  Missouri's  plain, 

Borne  on  the  breeze  afar, 
Is  echoing  from  the  rocks  of  Maine — 
Huzza!  Huzza!  Huzza! 

We  vow  by  all  the  rights  of  toil, 

And  by  our  fathers'  graves, 
The  air  that  floats  o'er  freedom's  soil 

Shall  not  be  breathed  by  slaves  ! 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTER.  45 

Oar  free  note  from  Missouri's  plain, 

Where  sets  the  Western  star, 
Is  echoing  from  the  rocks  of  Maine — 

Hurrah !  Hurrah  !  Hurrah  ! 

With  "  HONEST  ABE"  to  lead  the  van, 

No  sluggards  shall  we  he — 
We  battle  for  the  rights  of  man, 
And  such  alone  are  free  ! 
Then  fling  again,  from  hill  and  plain, 

Our  onset-shout  afar, 
From  California  to  Maine — 
Hurrah  !  Hurrah  !  Hurrah  ! 


HURRAH     FOR    LINCOLN. 

A  corrupt  administration 

Shall  no  more  disgrace  our  nation; 

Rogues  shall  seek  their  proper  station, 

For  we've  found  an  honest  man. 
One  with  arm  that's  true  and  steady — 
One  with  heart  and  voice  that's  ready. 
Yes,  good  ABRAHAM  has  said  he 

Would  consent  to  lead  the  van. 

Then,  hurrah  for  ABRAHAM  LINCOLN  ; 
'Tis  a  glorious  thing  to  think  on 
He'll  not  waver,  no  !  nor  wink  on 
Machinations  and  deceit; 


46  THE   KEPUBLICAN 

Lobby  schemes  and  treasury  stealing 
Find  with  him  no  "  fellow  feeling ;" 
Haste  he'll  make  their  fraud  revealing, 
Justice  at  his  hands  they'll  meet. 

Knowing  this,  ten  thousand  voices 
Shout  Brave  LINCOLN  now  our  choice  is; 
With  good  HAMLIN'S  help  our  cause  is 

Sure  to  gain  the  victory  ; 
Anxious  now  to  save  the  nation 
From  a  tyrant's  usurpation, 
Men  of  every  name  and  station 

Glad  the  summons  will  obey. 


THE    PEOPLE'S    CANDIDATE 

AIR — "A  wet  sheet  and  a  flowing  sea." 

Oh,  hear  you  not  the  xvild  huzzas 

That  come  from  every  State  ; 
For  honest  Uncle  ABRAHAM  L., 

The  people's  candidate ! 
He  is  our  choice,  our  nominee, 

A  self-made  man  and  true  ; 
We'll  show  the  Democrats  this  fall 

What  honest  ABE  can  do. 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  47 

CHORUS — Then  give  us  ABE  and  Hamlm  too, 

To  guide  our  gallant  ship, 
With  Seward,  Sumner,  Chase,  and  Clay, 
And  then  a  merry  trip. 

Now,  "  0.  P.  F."  you'd  better  go, 

While  you  can  see  the  way ; 
For  I  fear  your  nerves  won't  stand  the  shock, 

On  next  election  day. 
So  take  your  hat — What's  that  you  say  ? 

You  are  so  cold  you  shiver — 
Why  that's  the  way  you'll  feel,  my  dear, 

When  sailing  up  Salt  River, 

CHORUS — Then  give  us  ABE  and  HAMLIN  too,  &c. 

Now  rally,  good  Republicans 
Be  "  wideawake"  for  fun, 
For  we  shall  surely  win  the  day 

Before  old  sixty-one. 
From  North  to  South,  from  East  to  West, 

Our  prowess  shall  be  felt. 
I  tell  you  fight  with  all  your  might, 
For  ABE  shall  have  the  belt. 

CHORUS — Then  give  us  ABE  and  HAMLIN.  too. 

To  gnide  our  gallant  ship, 
With  Seward,  Sumner,  Chase,  and  Clay 
And  then  a  merry  trip. 


48  THE    REPUBLICAN 


NATIONAL    CEMENT. 
BY  GEORGE  W.  BUNGAY. 

A  Union  Saver,  brush  in  hand, 

Once  made  the  tour  of  this  broad  land, 

To  patch  the  Union  breaking  through, 

And  mend  the  Constitution  too  ; 

He  found  betwixt  the  North  and  South 

A  crack  wide  as  an  earthquake's  mouth, 

And  gave  to  Everett  and  Bell 

Directions  how  to  use  it  well. 

Don't  let  the  earth  divide,  my  boys, 
Let  Everett  patch  the  Union  well 

Don't  let  the  Union  slide,  my  boys, 
Or  \ve  shall  have  to  toll  the  Bell. 

Buchanan  next,  alas,  he  found, 
Prostrate  and  bleeding  on  the  ground ; 
He'd  fallen  from  his  platform's  wreck 
And  broken  his  white  bandaged  neck. 
This  surgeon  placed  his  head  once  more 
Upon  its  trunk,  wrong  side  before, 
And  glued  it  fast,  and  since  that  day 
He  looks  and  walks  a  different  way. 

And  that's  the  reason  why,  my  boys, 

The  truth  can  scarcely  find  his  mouth  ; 
His  head  was  fixed  awry,  my  boys, 

And  leans  toward  the  sunny  South. 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  49 

When  Gushing  smashed  his  China  ware, 

This  man  of  glue  was  passing  there  ; 

It  was  in  Mexico  he  fell — 

The  crash  will  be  remembered  well ; 

He  patched  the  pieces  with  his  glue, 

And  the  cracked  China  looked  like  new, 

Until  his  dishes  were  upset 

At  Charleston,  where  his  party  met. 

Send  Gushing  to  Japan,  my  boys, 
For  the  tycoon  to  take  about ; 

For  he  is  just  the  man,  my  boys, 
To  let  his  yearning  bowels  out 

Robust  and  rotund,  sitting  there, 

In  the  premier's  uneasy  chair, 

Our  gallant  Cass  displays  his  sword, 

'Twas  broken  like  his  broken  word. 

A  magic  touch,  a  drop  of  glue, 

Repaired  them  both  for  the  review  ; 

Alas,  a  drop  fell  on  the  chair, 

And  glued  our  Squatter  Sovereign  there. 

Alas!  alas!  alas!  my  boys, 

Should  he  be  lifted  from  the  chair, 

The  sitting  part  of  Cass,  my  boys, 
Will  still,  I  fear,  be  sitting  there. 

Next  came  a  formidable  job, 
To  stop  the  leakage  made  by  Cobb : 
In  rivulets  like  liquid  gold, 
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50  THE    KEPUBLICAN 

The  treasures  from  the  Treasury  rolled. 
In  vain  appliances  were  crammed, 
Cobb,  not  the  wasting  tide,  was  dammed ; 
Spulding  himself,  with  all  his  glue, 
Could  not  have  stopped  its  leaking  through. 
Give  us  a  cob  with  corn,  my  boys, 
In  the  great  public  crib  of  ours  ; 
For  what  is  plenty's  horn,  my  boys, 

Good  for,  without  the  fruits  and  flowers, 

'Tis  said  a  tall  man  from  the  west, 
Will  stop  this  leakage  in  the  chest, 
And  calk  the  sinking  ship  of  state, 
For  he  is  brave  and  wise  and  great ; 
He'll  save  the  vessel  and  her  crew, 
Without  the  use  of  Union  glue  ; 
He'll  mend  the  Presidential  chair, 
And  put  the  White  House  in  repair. 

So  from  our  bending  spars,  my  boys, 

Fling  up  your  caps,  hurrah,  hurrah, 
Unfurl  the  flag  of  stars,  my  boys, 

For  honest  Abe  shall  lead  the  war 

Let  Spalding  have  his  sphere  alone, 
Without  a  rival  near  his  throne  ; 
And  Union  Savers  take  the  hint, 
Their  liquid  has  no  sticking  in't  ; 
At  Charleston  they  could  not  cohere  ; 
Should  they  unite  around  their  bier, 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTER.  51 

They'll  do  what  Old  Whigs  did  before, 
Leave  monuments  at  Baltimore. 

Now  give  us  three  times  three,  my  hoys, 
Once  more  with  hearts  in  our  huzzas  ; 
Thunder  again,  for  see,  my  boys, 
Lincoln  unrolls  the  flag  of  stars. 


HONEST    ABE     OF    THE     WEST. 

BY    EDMUND    C.    STEDMAN. 

Am — ' '  Star  Spangled  Banner. " 
0  hark !  from  the  pine-crested  hills  of  old  Maine, 

Where  the  splendor  first  falls  from  the   wings  of  the 

morning, 
And  away  in  the  West,  over  river  and  plain, 

Rings  out  the  grand  anthem  of  Liberty's  warning  ! 
From  green-rolling  prairie  it  swells  to  the  sea, 
For  tiie  people  have  risen,  victorious  and  free ; 
They  have  chosen  their  leaders,  and  bravest  and  best 
Of  them  all  is  OLD  ABE,  HONEST  ABE  OF  THE  WEST  ! 

The  spirit  that  fought  for  the  patriots  of  old 

Has  svvep'c  through  the  land  and  aroused  us  forever  ; 
In  the  pure  air  of  heaven  a  standard  unfold 
Fit  to  marshal  us  on  to  the  sacred  endeavor  ! 
Proudly  the  banner  of  Freemen  we  bear, 
Noble  the  hopes  that  encircle  it  there  ! 
And  where  battle  is  thickest  we  follow  the  crest 
Of  gallant  OLD  ABE,  HONEST  ABE  OF  THE  WEST  ! 


52  THE    EEPUBLICAN 

There's  a  triumph  in  urging  a  glorious  cause, 

Though  the  hosts  of  the  foe  for  awhile  may  be  stronger, 
Pushing  on  for  just  rulers  and  holier  laws, 

Till  their  lessening  columns  oppose  us  no  longer; 
But  ours  the  loud  paean  of  men  who  have  past 
Through  the  struggles  of  years,  and  are  victors  at 

last : 

So  forward  the  flag !  leave  to  Heaven  the  rest, 
And  trust  in  OLD  ABE,  HONEST  ABE  or  THE  WEST  ! 

Lo  !  see  the  bright  scroll  of  the  Future  unfold  ! 

Broad  farms  and  fair  cities  shall  crown  our  devotion ; 
Free  Labor  turn  even  the  sands  into  gold, 

And  the  links  of  her  railways  chain  ocean  to  ocean  ; 
Barges  shall  float  on  the  dark  river  waves 
With  a  wealth  never  wrung  from  the  sinews  of  slaves 
And  the  chief,  in  whose  rule  all  the  land  shall  be  blest, 
Is  our  noble  OLD  ABE,  HONEST  ABE  OF  THE  WEST  ! 

Then  on  to  the  holy  Republican  strife ! 

And  again,  for  a  future  as  fair  as  the  morning, 
For  the  sake  of  that  freedom  more  precious  than  life, 
Ring  out  the  glad  anthern  of  Liberty's  warning  ! 

Lift  the  banner  on  high,  while  from  mountain  to  plain, 
The  cheers  of  the  people  are  sounded  again ; 
Hurrah  !  for  our  cause — of  all  causes  the  best ! 
Hurrah  !  for  OLD  ABE,  HONEST  ABE  OF  THE  WEST' 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  53 


ON    TO    VICTORY. 

BY    DANIEL    BATCHELOR. 

Loud  we  answer  !  lo  we  come 

Responsive  now  to  Freedom's  call ! 

In  faith  we  come,  in  strength  we  come, 

To  do  a  sacred  work  for  all ; 

As  did  our  fathers,  so  will  we 

Move  fearless  on  to  victory. 

God  is  our  guide  !     From  field  and  wave, 

From  plough,  from  anvil,  and  from  loom, 
We  come  our  heritage  to  save, 

And  speak  a  tyrant  faction's  doom  ; 
All  o'er  the  land  from  sea  to  sea, 
Resounds  our  watchword  "  Liberty  !" 

Hail  to  OUT  flag  !     Let  LINCOLN  bear 
The  glorious  standard  to  the  van, 
Through  stripe  and  star  inwoven  there, 
We  read  the  natal  lights  of  man  ; 
Our  fathers  loved  it — so  will  we, 
And  onward  move  to  victory . 
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54  THE    REPUBLICAN 


OLD     ABE,     THE     RAIL-SPLITTER. 

BY    JESSE    CLZMENT. 

: 

TUNE— "7%e  Star  Spangled-Banncr." 

Hark !  he   r  ye  the  shouts  which  are  shaking  the  hills. 

And  fi.ii  '.r  with  gladness  our  country's  green  valleys! 
'Tis  the  iKime  of "  Old  Abe"  that  has  magic  which  thrills 
The  hearts  of  the  legions  whom  Freedom  now  rallies. 
Oh,  that  name  has  a  charm,  like  the  tocsin's  alarm  ; 
Which  causes  the  freemen  for  conflict  to  arm  ; 
No  more  will  they  bow,  like  a  bevy  of  slaves, 
To  the  dotards  who  rule  as  the  tools  of  the  knaves. 

Too  long  has  our  country  been  cursed  by  the  sway 

Of  men  who  are  living  to  multiply  evil  ; 
It  is  time  to  arouse,  and  to  despots  cry,  nay  ; 

This  spreading  of  slavery — work  of  the  devil — 
At  a  Democrat's  hand  may  seem  ever  so  grand, 
But  cannot  proceed  in  this  rail-splitting  land, 
For  "  Honest  Old  Abe,''  uneclipsed  at  his  trade, 
Is  mauling  the  rails,  and  the  fence  will  be  made. 

We  freemen  have  chosen  this  hard-working  man — 
The  friend  of  free-labor  and  honest  requital — 

To  summon  us  toilers,  and  keeping  the  van, 
To  finish  the  work  to  humanity  vital. 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  55 

No  more  soil,  which  the  brave,  who  are  now  in  the  grave, 
Shed  their  blood  from  the  grasp  of  oppression  to  save, 
Must  be  turned  into  "  commons"  for  men  of  black  skin  ; 
So  the  rails  of  "  Old  Abe"  will  the  darkies  fence  in  ! 


ROLL    ON    THE    BALL. 

AIR—  "Rosin  the  Bow" 

Come  all  ye  true  friends  of  the  Nation, 

Attend  to  humanity's  call, 
Come  join  in  your  country's  salvation, 

And  roll  the  Republican  ball. 
CHORUS— Roll  on  the  Republican  ball, 
Roll  on  the  Republican  ball ; 
For  LINCOLN  and  HAMLIN  and  FREEDOM, 
We'll  labor  from  now  until  fall. 

"  Old  Abe"  he  is  honest  and  truthful, 

A  live  "  representative  man,'-' 
He's  neither  too  old  nor  too  youthful, 

So  Democrats  beat  if  you  can. 

CHORUS — Roll  on  the  Republican  ball,  &c. 

He's  fresh  from  the  ranks  of  the  people, 
He's  manly,  he's  tall,  and  he's  straight ; 

In  height  somewhat  less  than  a  steeple, 
And  firm  as  a  rock  in  his  gait. 

CHORUS — Roll  on  the  Republican  ball,  &c- 


56  THE    REPUBLICAN 

As  a  man  of  the  People,  no  wonder 

His  name  is  a  beacon  of  light, 
For  the  UNION  he  never  will  sunder, 

But  its  stars  he  will  keep  polished  bright. 
CHORUS — Roll  on  the  Republican  ball,  &c. 

We  surely  will  beat  in  November, 
We'll  distance  them  all  in  the  race, 

For  the  people  have  spoken — remember, 
"  OLD  ABE"  is  THE  MAN  FOR  THE  PLACE. 

CHORUS — Roll  on  the  Republican  ball,  &c. 


THE     MARCH     OFTHE     FREE. 
BY    HORACE    GREELEY. 

Hark  !  an  earthquake's  deep  roar  o'er  the  country  is  boom- 
ing? 

But  no  ruin  behind  it  is  seen  • 
With  joy  each  heart  swelling,  each  visage  illuming, 

Earth  brightens  where'er  it  hath  been. 
The  West's  gallant  spirits  first  thrilled  to  its  pealing, 

As  onward  it  rolled  to  the  sea  ; 
Now  the  North,  East,  and  Centre,  the  impulse  are  feeling 

'Tis  the  rising  and  march  of  the  Free  ! 

No  portents  precede,  and  no  true  hearts  deplore  it, 
No  bright  stars  wane  dim  in  the  sky ; 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTER.  57 

Misrule's  cohorts  faint  are  alone  swept  before  it. 

And  quail  as  its  blasts  hurtless  by  ; 
Corruption's  shrunk  bands  to  their  caverns  are  driven ; 

As  chaff  in  the  tempest  they  flee, 
While  full  on  the  ear,  'neath  the  glad  smile  of  Heaven, 

Break  the  shouts  and  the  march  of  the  Free  ! 

No  bam  ers  are  lifted,  no  trumpets  are  sounding, 

As  that  host  in  its  triumph  moves  on  ; 
And  the  burst  of  deep  joy,  from  each  valley  resounding, 

Tells  how  tearless  the  victory's  won. 
As  trembles  the  earth  to  its  mighty  emotion, 

More  firm  grows  each  patriot  knee  ; 
While  People  and  States,  from  the  Lakes  to  the  Ocean. 

Proudly  join  in  the  march  of  the  Free ! 

From  thy  borders,  Penobscot,  their  shout  has  ascended  , 

Connecticut's  tide  bears  it  on  ; 
With  thine,  Mississippi,  its  surgings  are  blended, 

Potomac  recalls  glories  gone  ; 
Thou,  placid  Ohio,  art  thrilled  with  the  spirit 

Waked  from  Michigan's  marge  to  the  sea, 
Where  our  own  noble  Hudson  so  proudly  shall  bear  it, 

And  joy  in  the  march  of  the  Free ! 


58  THE    REPUBLICAN 

RALLY,     BOYS,     RALLY! 

BY  WILLIAM    H.    BURLEIGH. 

Am—  "Hail  to  the  Chief.'1 


Ready,  boys,  ready  !  ihe  fight  has  begun— 

Its  clangor  resounds  to  our  uttermost  border ; 
Steady,  boys,  steady  !  together,  as  one, 

Fall  into  the  ranks  and  march  forward  in  order  ; 
Be  this  our  battle-cry, 
"  LINCOLN  and  LIBERTY." 
Far  let  it  sound  over  hill-top  and  valley ; 
Peal  it  out !  peal  it  out ! 
Loud  as  a  thunder-shout! 
God  for  the  righteous  cause !  rally,  boys,  rally  ! 

Sons  of  the  fathers  who  sealed  with  their  blood, 

For  u?  and  our  children,  of  freedom  the  charter, 
Stand  for  the  cause  as  our  Washington  stood  ! 

And  a  curse  on  the  wretch  who  his  birthright  would  bar- 
Be  this  our  battle-cry,  [ter  ! 
"  LINCOLN  and  LIBERTY." 
Far  let  it  sound  over  hill-top  and  valley  ; 
Peal  it  out !  peal  it  out ! 
Loud  as  a  thunder-shout! 
God  for  the  righteous  cause  !  rally,  boys,  rally  ! 

Pilgrims  of  Freedom,  who  seek  in  the  West 
The  guerdon  the  despots  of  Europe  denied  you, 

Show  yourselves  worthy  th£t  priceless  bequest, 

Free  homes  for  the  free,  which  our  sires  did  provide  YOU; 


CAMPAIGN     SONGSTER.  59 

Join  in  our  battle-cry, 

tl  LINCOLN  and  LIBERTY  !" 
Far  let  it  sound  over  hill-top  and  valley ; 

Peal  it  out!  peal  it  out! 

Loud  as  a  thunder-shout ! 
God  for  the  righteous  cause  !  rally  boys,  rally  ! 

Ye  who  hate  rapine,  injustice,  and  wrong, 

Ye  who  believe  that  the  right  is  eternal, 
See  how  the  hordes  of  Democracy  throng 
To  the  standard  of  Slavedom,  with  purpose  infernal ! 

Send  forth  your  battle-cry, 

"  LINCOLN  and  LIBERTY  !" 
Far  let  it  sound  over  hill-top  and  valley — 

Peal  it  out !  peal  it  out ! 

Loud  as  a  thunder-shout! 
God  for  the  righteous  cause  !  rally,  boys,  rally  ! 

Fearing  not,  doubting  not,  corne  with  the  might 

Of  the  hands  that  are   free  and  the  hearts  that  are 

loyal ; 
Victory  waits  for  the  True  and  the  Right, 

And  her  largess,  to  all  who  uphold  them,  is  royal  . 
Then  be  your  battle-cry 
"  LINCOLN  and  VICTORY." 
Far  let  it  sound  over  hill-top  and  valley  ; 
Peal  it  out !  peal  it  out ! 
Loud  as  a  thunder-shout! 
God  for  the  righteous  cause  !  rally,  boys,  rally  .' 

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60  THE    REPUBLICAN 

THE    SONG    OF    THE    KANSAS    EMIGRANTS. 
BY  JOHN    G.  WHITTIER. 


We  cross  the  prairie,  as  of  old 
The  pilgrims  crossed  the  sea, 

To  make  the  West,  as  they  the  East, 
The  homestead  of  the  free ! 

We  go  to  rear  a  wall  of  men 
On  Freedom's  Southern  line, 

And  plant  beside  the  cotton  tree 
The  rugged  Northern  pine  ! 

We're  flowing  from  uur  native  hills 

As  our  free  rivers  flow  ; 
The  blessing  of  our  Mother-land 

Is  on  us  as  we  go  ! 

We  go  to  plant  her  common  schools 

On  desert  prairie  swells, 
And  give  the  Sabbath  of  the  wild 

The  music  of  her  bells. 

Upbearing,  like  the  ark  of  old, 

The  Bible  in  our  van, 
We  go  to  test  the  truth  of  God 

Against  the  fraud  of  man  ! 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  61 

No  pause,  nor  rest,  save  where  the  streams 

That  feed  the  Kansas  run, 
Save  where  our  pilgrim  gonfalon 

Shall  flout  the  setting  sun  ' 

We'll  tread  the  prairie,  as  of  old 

Our  fathers  sailed  the  sea, 
And  make  the  West,  as  they  the  East} 

The  homestead  of  the  free  ! 


THE     BALLOT    BOX. 

A.iK—ffark!  the  Song  of  Jubilee. 

Freedom's  consecrated  dower, 

Casket  of  a  princely  gem  ! 
Nobler  heritage  of  power 

Than  imperial  diadem ! 
Corner-stone  on  which  was  reared 

Liberty's  triumphal  dome, 
When  her  glorious  form  appeared 

In  the  land  she  makes  her  home. 

Purchased  by  as  noble  blood 
As  in  mortal  veins  e'er  run, 

By  the  toil  of  those  who  stood 
At  the  side  of  Washington — 
fi 


62  THE    REPUBLICAN 

By  the  hearts  that  met  the  foe 
On  their  native  battle-plain, 

Where  the  arm  that  strikes  the  blow. 
Never  needs  to  strike  again  ! 

Guard  it,  freemen  !  guard  it  well ! 

Spotless  as  your  maidens'  fame  ! 
Never  let  your  children  tell 

Of  your  weakness  or  your  shame — 
That  their  fathers  basely  sold 

What  was  bought  with  blood  and  toil, 
That  you  bartered  right  for  gold 

Here  on  freedom's  sacred  soil ! 

Threw  away  your  children's  dower, 

Freedom's  glorious  domain, 
For  the  triumph  of  an  hour, 

And  for  party's  paltry  gain — 
Never — for  ye  can  and  must, 

By  this  weapon  of  the  free, 
Guard  your  fathers'  sacred  trust 

From  the  blight  of  slavery. 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  63 

FREE     DISCUSSION. 

BY    J.  G.   WHITTIER. 

["Living,  I  shall  assert  the  right  of  FRSE  DISCUSSION  ;  dying,  I 
shall  assert  it ;  and,  should  I  leave  no  other  inheritance  to  my  children, 
by  the  blessing  of  God,  I  will  leave  them  the  inheritance  of  FREE 
PRINCIPLES,  and  the  example  of  a  manly  and  independent  defence 
of  them." — DANIEL  WEBSTER.") 

Back  with  the  Southerner's 

Padlocks  and  scourges  ! 
Go — let  him  fetter  down 

Ocean's  free  surges, 
Go — let  him  silence 

Winds,  clouds,  and  waters, 
Never  the  Northerner's 

Free  sons  and  daughters  ! 
Free  as  our  rivers  are 

Ocean-ward  going — 
Free  as  the  breezes  are 

Over  us  blowing. 

If  we  have  whispered  truth, 

Whisper  no  longer  ; 
Speak  as  the  tempest  does 

Sterner  and  stronger  ; 
Still  be  the  tones  of  truth 

Louder  and  firmer, 
Startling  the  haughty  South 

With  the  deep  murmur, 


64  THE    REPUBLICAN 

God  and  our  charter's  right, 
Freedom  forever, 

Truce  with  oppression, 
Never  !    oh,  never ! 


THE      BEAUTY     OF      LIBERTY. 


"  In  all  things  that  have  beauty,  there  is  nothing  to  man  more 
comely  than  Liberty." — MILTON. 


When  the  dance  of  the  shadows  at  daybreak  is  done, 
And  the  cheeks  of  the  Morning  are  red  with  the  Sun  ; 
When  he  sinks  in  his  glory  at  eve  from  the  view, 
And  calls  up  the  planet  to  blaze  in  the  blue — 

There  is  beauty — but  where  is  the  beauty  to  see 
More  proud  than  the  sight  of  a  nation  when  free  1 

When  the  beautiful  bend  of  the  bow  is  above, 
Like  a  circle  of  light  on  the  bosom  of  love  ; 
When  the  moon  in  her  splendor  is  floating  on  high, 
Like  a  banner  of  silver  hung  out  in  the  sky, 

There  is  beauty — but  earth  has  no  beauty  to  see 
More  proud  than  the  front  of  a  nation  when  free. 

In  the  depth  of  the  darkness,  unvaried  in  hue, 
When  shadows  are  veiling  the  breast  of  the  blue  ; 


CAMPAIGN    SONGSTER.  65 

When  the  voice  of  the  tempest  at  midnight  is  still, 

And  the  spirit  of  solitude  sleeps  on  the  hill, 

There  is  beauty — but  where  is  the  beauty  to  see 
Like  the  broad-beaming  brow  of  a  nation  when  free  ? 

When  the  striving  of  surges  is  mad  on  the  main, 
Like  the  charge  of  a  column  of  plumes  on  the  plain  ; 
When  the  thunder  is  up  from  its  cloud-cradled  sleep, 
And  the  tempest  is  treading  the  path  of  the  deep; 

There  is  grandeur  and  beauty — but  nothing  to  me 
Is  so  grand  as  the  brow  of  a  nation  when  free  ! 


THE      HOUR     AND      THE      MAN 

East,  West,  and  North,  the  shout  is  heard, 
Of  freemen  rising  for  the  right — 

Each  valley  hath  its  rallying  word, 
Each  hill  its  signal  light. 
f 

O'er  Massachusetts'  rocks  of  gray, 

The  strength'ning  light  of  freedom  shines; 

Rhode  Island's  Narraganset  bay. 
Vermont'fe  Green  Mountain  pines. 

From  Hudson's  frowning  palisades, 

To  Alleghany's  laurelled  crest, 
O'er  lakes  and  prairies,  streams  and  glades, 

It  shines  upon  the  West. 


66  THE    REPUBLICAN 

And  brighter  yet  that  light  shall  stream 
In  gladness  over  all  our  coasts  ; 

Till,  beaconed  by  its  glorious  beam, 
Shall  gather  Freedom's  hosts, 

With  iron  wills  and  stalwart  arms, 
To  guard  our  father's  rich  bequest, 

And  save  from  Slavery's  deadly  harms, 
The  broad  and  fertile  West. 

With  all  the  hopes  tnat  can  inspire 
Hearts  that  to  Liberty  are  true — 

With  every  motive  that  can  fire 
Their  zeal  to  dare  and  do, 

They  come  from  East  and  West  and  North- 
Hurrah  !  a  LINCOLN  leads  the  van  ; 

And  millions  peal  the  war-cry  forth, 
"  BEHOLD  THE  HOUR  AND  MAN  !" 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTER.  67 


THE    MICHT    WITH     THE    RIGHT. 


May  every  year  but  draw  more  near 

The  time  \vhen  strife  shall  cease, 
And  truth  and  love  all  hearts  shall  move 

To  live  in  joy  and  peace. 
Now  sorrow  reigns,  and  earth  complains, 

For  folly  still  her  power  maintains ; 
But  the  day  shall  yet  appear 

"When  the  might  with  the  right  and  the  truth  shall  be ; 
And  come  what  there  may,  to  stand  in  the  way, 

That  day  the  world  shall  see. 

Let  good  men  ne'er  of  truth  despair, 

Though  humble  efforts  fail  ] 
We'll  give  not  o'er,  until  once  more 

The  righteous  cause  prevail. 
In  vain  and  long,  enduring  wrong, 

The  weak  may  strive  against  the  strong  ; 
But  the  day  shall  yet  appear 

When  the  might  with  the  right  and  the  truth  shall  be- 
And  come  what  there  may,  to  stand  in  the  way, 

That  day  the  world  shall  see. 

Though  interest  pleads  that  noble  deeds 

The  world  will  not  regard — 
To  i  oble  minds,  whom  duty  binds, 

No  sacrifice  is  hard. 


68  THE   [REPUBLICAN 

The  brave  and  true  may  seem  but  few, 

But  hope  keejte  better  things  in  view — 
And  the  day  shall  yet  appear 

When  the  might  with  the  right  and  the  truth  shall  be — 
And  come  what  there  may,  to  stand  in  the  way, 

That  day  the  world  shall  see. 


FREEDOM'S     GATHERING. 

The  rallying  shout  of  Freedom 

Is  pealing,  long  and  loud  ; 
And  far-off  hills  are  writing 

Her  fire- words  on  the  cloud  ; 
From  Saco's  silver  fountains 

A  deep  response  is  heard, 
And  Alleghany's  Mountains 

Send  back  the  signal  word. 

The  glorious  West  is  shaking 

The  shackles  from  her  hand — 
State  after  State  is  taking 

Her  place  in  Freedom's  band  ; 
They  come — the  strong  battalions — 

From  East  and  West  they  come  ; 
And  the  heart-beat  of  the  millions 

Is  the  beat  of  Freedom's  drum. 


CAMPAIGN   SONGSTER.  69 

"  To  tyrant  plots  no  favor  ! 

No  heed  to  place-fied  knaves  ' 
We'll  dyke  the  land  forever 

Against  a  tide  of  slaves  ! 
No  inch  of  these  broad  acres, 

Our  Freedom's  fair  domain, 
Shall  from  her  sons  be  ravished, 

To  bear  the  yoke  and  chain  !" 

Our  vow  is  said  !  oh,  hear  it, 

Ye  heavens,  above  us  spread  ! 
The  land  is  roused — its  spirit 

Was  sleeping,  but  not  dead  ; 
For,  from  the  far  Penobscot's 

To  California's  coast, 
The  onset-shout  is  sounding, 

And  LINCOLN  leads  our  hosts. 


THE     LAMENT    OF     AN    "  O.     P.    F." 

An  "  O.  P.  F."  at  the  White  House  gate 
One  evening  stood  disconsolate  ; 
His  dickey  had  lost  its  usual  starch, 

His  nose  was  more  than  ever  a  pug, 
And  he  said  to  himself,  "On  the  Fourth  of  March 

Must  I  march  forth  from  these  quarters  snug ! 


70  THE   KEPUBLICAN   SONGSTER. 

"  I  sold  myself  in  an  evil  hour, 
Body  and  soul  to  an  Evil  Power, 
And  now  I'm  cheated  of  my  pay  ; 

For  the  South  with  scorn  my  claim  doth  flout. 
With  '  Every  dog  must  have  his  day/ 

But  the  day  and  dog  are  both— played  out. 

"  Did  the  South  e'er  ask,  and  I  refuse  ? 
At  its  demand  I  have  changed  my  views, 
Quarrelled  with  friends  and  pensioned  foes, 

Made  Walker  walk  from  his  Kansas  rule, 
Ate  dirt  by  pecks — and  the  devil  knows 
If  I  made  myself  more  knave  or  fool. 

«  Too  much  of  both— but  rather  more 
Of  the  last— if  I  wasn't  one  before  ; 
For  what  is  the  upshot  of  it  all  ? 

A  record  foul  with  a  thousand  stains. 
Power,  friends,  and  fame,  beyond  recall, 
And  the  Southron's  scorn  for  all  my  pains.n 


CONTENTS  71 


CONTENTS. 


. 
»  for  the  Conflict 5 

eedon  and  Reform 7 

pkincoln  and  Liberty 8 

Manhood 9 

The  Wood-Chopper  of  the  West 10 

Come,  Up  with  the  Banner 12 

The  Poor  Voter's  Song 13 

The  Bobolink's  Campaign  S  ong 15 

The  People's  Chant 17 

rod  Made  Us  Free 18 

rod  and  the  Right 19 

Honest  Abe" 21 

Long  Time  Ago" 23 

Arise  !  Ye  Sons  of  Honest  Toil 24 

Strike  for  the  Right 26 

The  Banner  of  Freedom 27 

The  People  are  a-Coming 29 

N"o  Fetters  for  Freedom 30 

Jp,  Laggards  of  Freedom 31 

Freedom's  Battle's  Call 33 

rlurrah  for  the  Leveller 34 

Hail !  Ye  Gallant  Heroes 36 

The  Western  Star .37 


72  CONTENTS. 

PAQB. 

"  Old  Abe"  and  the  Fire-Eaters 39 

Our  Standard-Bearer 41 

The  Lincoln  Flag 42 

The  Watchword  of  the  Free , . .  43 

Hurrah  for  Lincoln 45 

The  People's  Candidate 46 

National  Cement 48 

"  Honest  Abe"  of  the  West 51 

On  to  Victory -. 53 

"  Old  Abe,"  the  Rail-Splitter 54 

Roll  on  the  Ball 55 

The  March  of  the  Free 5G 

Rally,  Boys,  Rally  c 58 

The  Song  of  the  Kansas  Emigrant ^. . .  60 

The  Ballot-Box 61 

Free  Discussion 63 

The  Beauty  of  Liberty 64 

The  Hour  and  the  Man 66 

The  Might  with  the  Right .* 67 

Freedom's  Gathering 68 

The  Lament  of  an  "  O.  P.  F." 69 


